Malcolm RobertsonLet’s go.The alarm on my phone shatters my sleep at 5am on a Sunday morning and wracked with guilt, I wake James. He opens his eyes and, not for…Jul 17, 2020Jul 17, 2020
Malcolm RobertsonLike most Scottish men of my age, I love football.My maternal grandfather, Jimmy Wallace, was a talented footballer in the junior leagues in Dundee, playing for East Craigie and Dundee…Apr 15, 2020Apr 15, 2020
Malcolm RobertsonCan we talk about how we feel?I’m writing this after a couple of generous doses of Lagavulin. A 16-year old to be exact. No instructions on the bottle.Mar 24, 2020Mar 24, 2020
Malcolm RobertsonWho holds the fabric of society together?By Malcolm RobertsonMar 19, 2020Mar 19, 2020
Malcolm RobertsonAmerica, please make it stop.Another mass shooting. Another Godforsaken waste of life in a country that should, but does not, know better.Oct 3, 2017Oct 3, 2017
Malcolm RobertsonA tale of Port Ellen police station, an unexpected guest and community…It was the winter of 1948 and an utterly miserable night on Scotland’s rugged west coast. A dishevelled man making his way from the vast…Sep 13, 2017Sep 13, 2017
Malcolm RobertsonDunblane, community sport and legacy…I grew up in Dunblane, in central Scotland. Technically, our imposing 12th Century Cathedral gave us city status without the need to apply…Nov 6, 20163Nov 6, 20163
Malcolm RobertsonDunblane: a personal reflection…I wrote this piece in 2016, just before the 20th anniversary. I go back to it from time to time.Mar 9, 20166Mar 9, 20166
